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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.