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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.