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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.