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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Gong,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.