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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.