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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.