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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.