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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.