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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.