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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.