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 Chile and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.