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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.