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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.