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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.