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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nas 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.