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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.