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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.