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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.