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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.