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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.