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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.