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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.