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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.