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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Television,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.