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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
X-102,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.