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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.