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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.