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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.