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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.