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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.