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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Faust,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Suicide,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.