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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.