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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.