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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.