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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Barracudas 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.