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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.