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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.