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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.