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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.