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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Doors 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.