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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
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.