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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Names,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.