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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.