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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.