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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.