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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.