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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.