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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.