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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
MDC,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.