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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Pole,
This Heat,
Can,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.