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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.