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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.