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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.