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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.