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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '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 Ultra Naté 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.