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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.