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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.