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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Move,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.