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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.