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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
JFA,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.