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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.