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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.