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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
UT,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.