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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.