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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.