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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Aswad,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.