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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Index,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.