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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Moebius,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.