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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Index,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
cv313,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.