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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.