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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.