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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.