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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.