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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.