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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.