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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s 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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.