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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.