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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.