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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.