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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.