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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.