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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.