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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.