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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 rhodes 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.