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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.