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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.