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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.