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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.