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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.