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 Panama and from Accra.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.