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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.