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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.