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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
cv313,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.