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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.