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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.