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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.