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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.