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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.