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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.