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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.