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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.