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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.