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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.