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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.