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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.