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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Fear,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.