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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.