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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.