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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.