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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.