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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Fear,
Television,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.