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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Japan,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.