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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.