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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.