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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.