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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.