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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.