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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.