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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.