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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.