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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.