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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.