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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.