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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.