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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Martian,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.