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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.