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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.