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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Index,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.