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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.