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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Index,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.