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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.