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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.