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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.