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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Pole,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.