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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.