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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Echospace,
PIL,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.