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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.