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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Offenders to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.