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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.