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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.