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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.