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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.