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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.