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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.