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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.