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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.