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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.