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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.