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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.