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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.