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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.