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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
UT,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.