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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.