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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Wings,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.