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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
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.