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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.