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 India and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.