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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.