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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.