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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.