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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.