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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
X-102,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.