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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.