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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.