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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.