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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.