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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.