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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.