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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.