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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.