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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.