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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.