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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.