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 Zambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.