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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.