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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.