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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Brick,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
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.