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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.