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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.