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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.