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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.