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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.