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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.