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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.