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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Technova,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.