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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Monks 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.