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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.