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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.