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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.