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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.