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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.