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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.