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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Index,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
CMW,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.