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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.