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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.