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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
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.