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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.