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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.