Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.