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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.