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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.