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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.