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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
PIL,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.