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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.