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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.