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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.