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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Rakim,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.