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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.