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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.