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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.