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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.