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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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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.