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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.