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 Russia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.