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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.