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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Qualms,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.