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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.