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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.