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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.