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 Malawi and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.