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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 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 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.