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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.