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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.