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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.