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 Libya 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.