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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.