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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.