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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.