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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.