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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.