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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.