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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.