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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.