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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.