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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.