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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
cv313,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.