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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.