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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.