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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.