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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.