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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 marimba 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.