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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Faust,
X-102,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.