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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.