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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.