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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.