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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.