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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mummies 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.