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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.