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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.