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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.