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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Slave,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.