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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.