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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.