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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.