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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.