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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.