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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.