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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.