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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.