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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.