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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.