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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.