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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.