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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.