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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.