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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.