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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.