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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.