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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.