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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.