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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.