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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Mars,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.