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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.