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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.