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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.