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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.