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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cymande to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.