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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.