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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
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The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.