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 India and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.