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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Monks,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.