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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.