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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.