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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.