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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.