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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.