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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.