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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.