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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.