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 Philippines and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
New Order,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.