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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.