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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.