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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.