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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.