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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.