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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.