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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.