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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Wire,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.