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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.