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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.