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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
Crime,
UT,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.