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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Nas,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.