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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.