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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.