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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.