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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.