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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.