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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.