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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Crime,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.