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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.