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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.