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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.