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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.