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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Martian,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.