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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.