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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.