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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.