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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Brick,
Symarip,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.