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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.