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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.