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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.