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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.