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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.