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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.