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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.