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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.