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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
UT,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.