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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.