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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.