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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.