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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.