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 Albania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.