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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.