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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Franke 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Fear,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.