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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
the Germs,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Nico,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.