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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.