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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.