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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.