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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Franke,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.