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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.