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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.