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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Monks,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.