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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.