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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.