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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.