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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.