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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.