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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.