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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Pole,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.