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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.