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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.