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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.