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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.