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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
X-101,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.