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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Franke,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Index,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.