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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.