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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.