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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.