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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.