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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.