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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.