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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.