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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.