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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.