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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.