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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.