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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.