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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Scion,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.