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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.