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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.