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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.