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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.