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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.