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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.