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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Nas,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.