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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.