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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
This Heat,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.