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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.