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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.