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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Busters,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.