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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.