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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
June Days,
Main Source,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.