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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.