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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.