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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.