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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.