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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.