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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.