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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.