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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
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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.