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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.