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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.