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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.