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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.