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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.