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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.