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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.