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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.