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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.