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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.