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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.