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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.