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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.