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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.