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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.