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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Can,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.