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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.