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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.