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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.