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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.