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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.