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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.