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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.