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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.