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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.