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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.