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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.