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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.