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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.