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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.