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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.