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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.