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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Victims,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.