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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Television,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.