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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.