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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.