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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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 Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.