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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.