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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.