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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.