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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.