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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.