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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.