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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.