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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.