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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.