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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Wings,
Fear,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.