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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.