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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.