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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.