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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Can,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.