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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.