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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket 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 grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.