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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.