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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
CMW,
Pylon,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.