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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.