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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.