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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.