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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.