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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.