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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.