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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.