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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.