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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.