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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.