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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.