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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.