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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.