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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.