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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.