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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.