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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.