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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.