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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.