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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.