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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
JFA,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.