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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.