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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.