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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.