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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.