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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.