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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.