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 Monaco 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.