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 Norway 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.