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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.