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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.