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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Brick,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.