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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.