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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.