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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.