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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.