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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Normal to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.