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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.