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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.