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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.