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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.