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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.