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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.