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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.