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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.