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 Russia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.