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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.