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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.