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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.