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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.