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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.