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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.