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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.