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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Index,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
MDC,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.