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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.