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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.