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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fat Boys 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
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.