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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.