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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cal Tjader 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.