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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
cv313,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.