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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.