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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.