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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.