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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.