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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.