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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.