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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.